desolate, the plan fails

Who am I writing to?  Who are the people in my life?  What do I need to do?  When should I try to sleep?  When I am tired?  I will put the child, lay him in his bed.  He was so tired and fell asleep on the sofa.  He was too tired to even have me read to him. Tomorrow we will go to his school.  I remember I wanted to help out in the school as well, and just when I lost interest in helping like that, I get this opportunity.  Now I lost hope.  Isn't it good for a mother to be with her child.  I write this little sentence to cyberspace.  Will anyone read it.  Should I spend so much time?  Life is so strange and wonderful.  I lost my Italian dictionary.  Somebody gave me a German book today!  I am so happy about that.  I have a great lot of people looking out for me, but they have others to attend to.  What a great day.

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what great fragment of so many moments . i love how you put truth of life on the bright cyber light. who gona read it how to love it. what i feel is love to life. mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh maybe i am weird

[The Twin Arenas]

sometimes your writing scares the s**t out of me.